Chapter SevenPeter managed to bathe, wash his clothes and prepare tea before Suzie woke for the day. She found him sitting on the porch with Mishka at his feet.
‘Good morning, Peter.’
‘Good afternoon, sleepyhead.’
Suzie managed a weak smile at his attempted humor. The sun wasn’t even above the tree line and she guessed it was around five am.
‘Any more tea?’
Peter rested his cup on the porch rail, ducked inside and fixed her a fresh cup of tea. He returned to the porch where she had purloined his chair. He gave a rueful smile to Suzie as he passed her the cup, ‘I hope you’re comfortable.’
‘Yes, thanks. Did you sleep well?’ she asked, her eyes full of innocence.
He looked sideways at her. She had a habit of getting in his head. Could she possibly know about his dream? He thought not.
